She’s actually small enough that she fits underneath the desktop, on my lap. I’m sitting in the chair with my legs crossed in order to support her comfortably. Her comfort. Not mine. I’m reminded that while I’m still pretty young, I’m not as young and flexible as I used to be. I think my foot has actually gone to sleep.
But who could resist that face?? Not I. That’s for sure.
Suzanne and Maggie